Frustration is hereditary
And depression as well
Just a few moments
In the sun
Then endless
Landscapes of grey clouds
The sun sets and the night
Starless and windy
Sets in
The Thing of Being
Drama
Fear keeps us in place
Limiting our options
The darkness kept us safe
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The Lost Mind
Conciousness is a hard thing
Penetrating every thought
Still so blind for what is moving
Below the surface
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Updated Mess
Contemplating suicide
But things are so messy
Down here
That I cannot even
Find my knives
But it did not matter
I am still alive
What to do
Just nothing
Just enjoy
The sea and the sun
That is it
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SNOW
Late in March the snow is still falling
Outside my window
And start all over again again
and again
I can not do it anymore…
This is it
I am so tired of myself
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Chef Petrosa
Jaha klockan är åtta.! Välkomna till epidemikliniken i Koppartornet.
Glad högtid detta nådens år.
Uppståndelsens tid är här
Smittspridningen är som tidigare
Vi tycks befinna oss i stormens öga.
De flesta som insjuknar befinner sig utanför staden.
Sedan militären slog en järnring om Stockholm
Tycks allt ha blivit bättre
Då skall nattvakten få rapportera
Jaha [Ser sig släpigt omkring] inte här i alla fall
Kan docent Kastor möjligtvis se efter om professorn år på sitt rum
Ja men nu bad jag er
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The Moment of Truth
I waited crossed my mind
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Fear
I have fear
Truly fear
And it will all pass
And still remain
While the sun circles the earth
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Passage
Cold, tired and lost
Life goes on
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Focus
It is possible
So there we go
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Snow
Tired very tired
The snow
The empty void
Of a life that should
Have been there now
Still nothing is left
Only a fantasy and a vague memory
Fading in the afternoon
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Darkness
Love will end
The world and me
But
On the bottom
Of the ocean
Well hidden in gorges
There are life thriving there
Without the sun, only the volcanic heat
There is safety in the darkness
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On Returning
I am here
Again
Searching for words
Searching for meaning
Still the memory, the mind
Fails to remember
Why
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